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Some time ago, Miss Klampton
would for sure have won the debate. We’ve seen it in infinite talk shows, one
guest arguing better, being better informed led to other guests getting angry,
shouting or even trying to hit the opponent; but that’s history.
This kind of violence
has been uprooted.
Nowadays the guests (and
the public) sign an obedience clause which clearly stipulates they have to
follow whatever direction they get from the host. The TV building is private
ground.
If Mr. Tillman was
getting upset by Lucy’s impertinent tone he never failed to smile just looking
at her, (he could perfectly make out the blonde’s crotch) in fact the smile
grew considerably when he listened to Mr. Prince’s order.
Mr. Stock, well
occupied in molesting and having his cock stroked by both the gorgeous
hostesses, also subscribed the idea Mr. Prince was telling. Her melons were a
lot more interesting than her boring chatter.
“Miss Klampton, stand
up, open your blouse and, for God’s sake, SHUT UP” Harry Prince’s voice let no
margin for doubts.
Lucy was shocked.
She’d endured the outfit, the humiliating chair and the forced exposition of
her most intimate parts to make a national wide call for people to realize the
horrible side effects of that law. And now all she was allowed to do was to
shut up and put her tits on show: exact what she was fighting against.
“……………” Her micro was
still closed, but Harry noted she was not only talking again but stubbornly
defying him, so he made a sign to his assistants.
An advertising of
whips and bridles for a happy marriage interrupted the program for 20 secs.
When the program was
again on two black security guards had taken Lucy between them and were
dragging her to Mr. Tillman.
“Now Miss Klampton,
please lift your skirt and present your …
‘…your cunt’ thought
Lucy and went red.
“…excuses to Mr.
Tillman” Mr. Harry tone was amiable. The audience roared. Laughter,
catcalls, whistles and applause.
On the stage a deeply
ashamed Miss Lucy Klampton coerced by the two unwanted companions raised her skirt
just in front of Mr. Tillman showing him, once again, her pretty pussy.
“You see” Ted said speaking to his opponent
Steve Stock, “how easy thing are when the power remains near the people”. His
left hand was caressing Miss Klampton’s inner thigh from the end of the boot
till the end of her leg to finally explore her most intimate folds.
His right hand firmly
held and mauled Lucy’s ass.
“The law itself is
ineffective if the executors are too far away” He said and winked at the men.
Lucy was dying of shame and rage.
She came to refute
that thesis’ and not to openly be toyed with whilst ‘the gentlemen’ talk
nonsense. She tried to get free of her
captors or evade Ted’s hand. Futile. She wanted the
world to know that this was the kind of violence she wanted to fight, but half
the world had a hard-on, the other half was caring about that one..
Perhaps the female
audience in the studio would have supported their “hero” but as soon the guards
had made their entrance, a silent neon sign had advised the males of the
audience to ball-gag their female companions.
The camera slowly
swept through the audience. Highly erotically dressed (or undressed) women in
different level of bondage were sitting, standing or kneeling next to elegant
dressed men. All the women were gagged with oversized, bright red ball gags,
distorting almost comically their faces. The men took advantage of that fact
and happily fondled those, unconcerned by the discomfort the felt up may feel
being publicly fondled and toyed with by men different to their husbands or
even men they never met before.
“My dear Ted” Steve
answered “I never said the executors should be far away I just postulated to let
the lawmakers make laws, and the people benefit from them.”
“How on earth you want
our sweet Lucy” he went on pointing at Miss Klampton, undisturbed by the fact
that she was desperately struggling with two enormous, black guards forcibly restraining
and gagging her in that precise moment, “to
know how to behave if there’s no clear regulation.”
“She’ll learn” answered
Ted enjoying the spectacle “and with her, the women of the whole nation…”
The spectacle made him
lose the thread of his words.
“…will benefit” He
somehow finished his sentence.
In front of the running
cameras and with a studio full of people, two black security men (former quarterbacks)
were having their time reducing a strong independent, young, blonde, woman to a pathetic, whimpering pet.
One of the guys, Aaron,
after rapidly inserting a ring gag in her shouting mouth, easily lifted the
kicking woman from behind taking her by her tits. Her futile struggles only
increased the eroticism of the show. With her air kicks she allowed the camera
to follow how her sex opened and closed during the process. Derek, the other
brawny guard, easily caught Lucy’s ankles and hold them apart, for his, the
audience’s and the camera’s benefit.
He even moved his nose
close to her cunt and faked a sniffling, the audience broke in applause.
A third guy appeared
on stage. This one was a small white one, perhaps 40 years old, casually
dressed. He was carrying a suitcase full of restraining items.
Whilst he prepared his
tools, the camera focusen on how Mr. Harry Prince’s walked towards the
audience.
“Hi” he greeted a
maybe 16 y/o boy “what’s your name?” Harry said holding the micro for him.
“Hi, I’m Jeff, Jeff
Stahlberg” he proudly answered looking at the camera.
“Nice to meet you,
Jeff, and did you come alone?”
“No, I came with my
mother” he said pointing at the seat behind him, “my uncle, my aunt” he went on
just pointing at the seats next to his mother’s one “and my two cousins” he
finished pointing his thumbs to the left and the right.
The camera zoomed out
to get the whole picture.
A pretty 35 y/o woman
was sitting behind Jeff. Her short black hair nicely framed her pretty face.
There was some family resemblance
between her and her son but, in contrast to his bright smile, she looked
annoyed.
Perhaps she wasn’t
comfortable with an enormous ball gag distorting her otherwise beautiful features
or it was her extremely short skirt worn without underwear what causes that
irritation.
Maybe her
nonconformity was rooted in the way she was forced to sit: totally opened legs,
with her ankles tied together behind the only central leg of her chair enduring
her husband’s brother’s toying middle finger buried into her cunt and his thumb
playing on her clit.
Or it was the fact
that being broadcasted nationwide with all her coworker, neighbors and friends
seeing her abuse made her feel bad.
Who cares? This is
private ground and she’s to bend to the norms.
To the right of Jeff’s
uncle a wide spread kneeling woman, was fucking a beer bottle. The guy sitting
next to her, after thoroughly molesting Jeff’s aunt had placed a beer bottle
between her legs and was now pressing her up and down. Jeff’s uncle had just
smiled at him indicating OK with his thumb.
“Are these your
favorite cousins” Harry squatted down going on with the interview and squeezing
an exposed boob. Boob belonging to Rebecca, Jeff’s older cousin.
“Well, not really”
Jeff answered smiling; both his hands were between his cousins legs fondling,
pinching and squeezing their young cunts.
“Being older than me
they treated me like shit” He said “but thanks to the new legislation our
relationship has improved a lot, hasn’t it’” He rhetorically asked Sally
strongly squeezing Sally’s nether lips. Sally only whimpered.
Mr. Prince patted once
again Rebecca’s exposed sex and stood up again facing the camera.
“As you can see we’ve
just spoken to a young enthusiast of the new regulations randomly picked out
from between our audiences”
He was coming back to stage walking towards
the camera. Behind him the camera showed how hundreds of pretty women were
getting abused by well dressed males.
“We have not forgotten
our three guests” he said and the camera moved to Mr. Stock
“Mr. Stock, our
republican senator, is here defending more control towards the promulgation of
regulations”
Mr. Stock lifted his
champagne glass toasting towards the camera. A nude hostess between his open
legs was giving him a slow blowjob.
“Mr. Tillman, our
Judge” the camera focused on Ted “defends the actual status quo”
“And finally the
position of our third guest is naked on her fours” he seriously said and the
camera focused on Miss Lucy Klampton.
“The true nature of a
person shows sooner or later” Mr. Prince explained whilst the camera lasted on
Miss Klampton. “And for any defying bitch, there comes a time she can’t hide her
bitchiness anymore”
The young leader and
independent woman had been converted into a truly, erotic pet. She was on her
fours, near to immobility. Her long blond hair had been braided into two
bunches and each of them attached to her big toes by a thin nylon cord.
She wore claw like
gloves and knee- protectors. Her calves and tights were held together by a
black leather glove. The nylon attaching her bunches kept her head high,
showing the ring gag she was wearing.
Through that gag her
tongue was totally stretched out with a big golden ring and a bell dangling at
the end of it; she only produced animalistic sounds.
“Miss Lucy Klampton
shows the fate of those who don’t want a better world and stupidly fight against
good and improving laws” Harry’s voice was as neutral as always, even whilst his
fingers were slowly following up Lucy’s moist slit.
Only her eyes denoted
the horror and discomfort she was feeling having her cunt stroked on a TV floor
with total disrespect of her persona. His finger moved insidiously and entered
a few times her sex before moving higher and probing her anus. She whimpered
and shrieked in desperation and tried to flee from his hands; she couldn’t
stand the thought of
She couldn’t allow it , she couldn’t … all that effort made her fart. A fart
registered by Mr. Prince’s micro and joyfully commented. She wanted to … but she
couldn’t move away, couldn’t tell him to stop, couldn’t hide from the cameras,
she couldn’t but endure whatever he decided.
Mr. Prince went on
speaking whilst he fondled to his heart content the third of his guests; he had
decided to make her cum, right there. In prime audience time and in direct. He
humiliatingly got what he searched. The camera clearly showed a pulsing cunt
rocking in the most debasing orgasm she ever had.
He stood up and
resumed once again the different messages his guests were defending..
The debate went on and
finished without a clear winner. Sometimes, when Mr. Stock was too busy fucking
doggie style an utterly debased Miss Klampton it seemed the debate’s winner was
Mr. Tillman; but then he got too involved parading his new doggie around and
teaching her all kind of dirty tricks, what allowed Mr. Stock to regain lost
terrain.
At the end of the
night it seems the judge got the better part out of it: he got a new bitch.
The TV-law clearly
established that any offender could be punished as wished, and Lucy’s
punishment was to become a bitch owned by the last person she showed her
bitchiness.
Judge Ted Tillman left
the studios, walking, with Miss Klampton following on a leash: being (Lucy
Klampton) a famous person a lot of people waited outside and wanted to see,
touch or slap the new pet. Mr. Tillman let it happen till late night. Lucy’s
new life had started.
The local newspaper
published different interviews all saying the same:
‘Yes, in
But there was a unanimous
consideration that ‘here in
To Lucy’s downfall
there were people who labeled her as slut, others just shrug their shoulders or
commented that politics is not for young girls.
To say truth in
Miss Odette Fox was
the librarian of
Never in her life had
she been in conflict with the law; just the idea of it was nightmarish to her.
But laws have changed.
Mr. Oswaldo Domingo
was
As his interest where
about history he often visited the library and of course had noted Odette’s
beauties.
He had once tried to date
her, but she was to shy or to modest to accept. He didn’t succeed.
With the new laws he
tried again to get into her pants and again he got rejected.
Mr. Domingo wasn’t
used to be rejected nor would he give up so easily.
Being immensely rich
was an important plus. How to profit the law of private ground? Easy, making the playing ground private.
“Miss Fox, Miss Fox
“she heard her name called by a familiar voice.
“Yes?” She looked at
the boy who came running across the street. It was Tony Strum, the Mayor’s youngest
boy, he was 14.
“Have you heard the
latest news?” He asked and went on without waiting for her to answer “Mr. Domingo
has bought the Library and renamed it as ‘Domingo’s Library for the
He finished and looked
at her looking for a reaction. “My dad says that with that amount of money he
will make
How ‘modern’ that city
was going to become was far away from even Tony’s hottest dreams.
Odette, pretty and shy
as always, just smiled in that irresistible way of smiling so characteristically
hers, and said:
“Well, I hope I’ll
keep my job”
Tony’s eyes followed
her rhythmically moving bum as she mounted the few stairs to reach the library.
The sign was still the old one.
The first novelty was
the security guard greeting her; there was none before.
‘Better’ she thought
and went to her desk.
Second novelty: a new
uniform and a sheet with the new regulations. Nothing really to worry about,
and in uniform she was to keep longer her street clothes.
‘I hope it’s my size’
she thought and went to the washrooms to change.
It was not her size. It
was too small, far too small for her well developed body. It would fit a 12 y/o
girl.
She returned to her
working place in her street clothes and started working.
“Miss Fox” Oswaldo
Domingo stood at her desk and his deep voice startled her “why aren’t you
wearing your new uniform”
Rapidly she stood up
and greeted her new boss.
“Good morning, Mister
Domingo, I’m sorry it’s not my size” she said “I, I tried it on…”
“Don’t you know the
new regulations, Miss Fox” He interrupted her.
“Yes, yes, sorry but…”
“Don’t but me and
dress accordingly to the norms or stay naked” He said again cutting into her
speech.
‘To stay naked’ the
mere thought send shivers down her spine.
“Sorry, Mr. Domingo,
sorry”· she said, picked the uniform and run to the toilets.
“Sorry, sorry,… Zorra” he mused and smiled. He had made a joke: ‘Zorra’ is the Spanish
word for fox but is used as tart.
Miss Fox came back
dressed in her new uniform. If it had been her size then it would have been a
nice uniform, but some sizes too small it became a parody of uniform for
bedroom fantasies.
Miss Odette Fox wasn’t
in her bedroom but walking towards her new boss at plain daylight and in her working
place, but she was fulfilling a fantasy, his one.
He saw her coming in
that high heeled boots making her hips swank considerably and immediately got a
hard on. The red cap and gloves were shiny and somehow erotic.
The red skirt reached just below her crotch
and being too small it menaced with mounting with every single step she took.
Her pink blouse didn’t dress her; it compressed and put on show her generous
bosom due to the fact that the uniform went without bra. The red jacket, being
far too small for Odette, acted more like a straightjacket. It avoided her
shoulders to remain in their natural position protruding even more her loveable
tits.
Odette’s face was as
red as her uniform when finally she arrived at her desk.
“Don’t you like it,
Miss Fox” Oswaldo asked hiding the mocking tone.
“Yes Mr. Domingo,
thank you” Odette answered hoping to be let alone.
Surprisingly he went
away.
The news spread
rapidly in a small village and the library got more visits than ever before.
Basically male
customers asking for books, making Odette move around the library or climb the
ladder to get them.
In the afternoon her
old desk and chair got removed, with a promise of new equipment she finished
her working day standing.
To be continued…
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